Dream 1
This dream was impacted by the real world and the real world was impacted by this dream, this was because of me waking up and going back to sleep one or more times, and so I was partly aware of my real world situation in the dream world without being lucid in the dream so I still did not really realize that I was dreaming probably.
This dream was also impacted by me watching an episode of the television show Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina before going to sleep.
Today’s poem is a sonnet called Ozymandias by the English Romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley from Rosalind And Helen, A Modern Eclogue; With Other Poems.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert… near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings;
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
The end,
-John Jr
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